Prompt #1186

gingerly-writing:

Back to back, fists up, capes tattered and torn. Hero and villain, enemies, forced to work together through sheer desperation. 

“Don’t die on me,” the villain hissed. “You die on me, and I will not be saving this damn city by myself.”

The hero chuckled dryly. “Because you can’t do it alone, or you won’t?”

“Because what’s the point of saving this stupid hellhole if you’re not in it?”